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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Weeks
Zach Weeks
Percussion
Paul Simion
Paul Simion
Violin
james christopher
james christopher
Guitar
Jacob Letizia
Jacob Letizia
Bass
Cody Rico
Cody Rico
Drums
Patrick Dewit
Patrick Dewit
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ali Lipman
Ali Lipman
Songwriter
Nate Robertson
Nate Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Weeks
Zach Weeks
Recording Engineer
Magnus Lindberg
Magnus Lindberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You always said that there's a better way
Nestled between two great lakes
Like the steering wheel rests on the saddle of your thumb
When you were driving over
When the world felt come undone
And you dropped your fix between the seats of the car
Never to be seen again
We tore that car apart
I was hoping we might just get caught
Raising hackles in Delaware Water Gap
It's criminal. It's how your mind works
Like you're weaving gossamer threads
Round' a single pain of beveled glass
And once again, you're on my doorstep
Crying into the wind
Begging you to let me in
How does that song on the radio know what's wrong?
I want to know
I just want to forget this year
It's liminal. How short our lives are
Like we're pressed against the veil
Begging for salvation
And once again. I contemplate
Some long for the road
Some long for their driveways
How does that song on the radio know what's wrong?
I want to know
I just want to forget this year
I wonder how they let you in at all
Written by: Ali Lipman, Nate Robertson
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